America. This American girl living in Paris has now become this American girl living in, well, America. Fifteen days ago I arrived in the great state where I grew-up, Montana. Since then I have been in my hometown (population: 4027…er, now 28) re-adjusting, re-acclimating and rehabilitating from reverse culture shock after 19 months in France. Perhaps other…
Since I have arrived here over 17 months ago, I have eaten 1, 326 baguettes. Which, if you do the math, means I have consumed on average 2.5 baguettes a day! …Ehr, so don’t do the math, it only shows I am exaggerating. BUT I have done my best to uphold the unwritten 4th part…
If I am to be honest, having been married to a World War II buff, I always envisioned that I would witness Normandy for the first time with Dan. That we would walk the Normandy beaches together. That he would recount to me some of the great stories of heroism that took place on those beachheads, and…
My quartier is becoming a ghost town as all my chic, well-healed neighbors head out to find sand and sun. Apartment shutters are closed tight. Store fronts are locked down with just a note on the window detailing their réouverture. The vacations of August are upon us. This is one of my favorite times in Paris. Sure…
So, as expected, my boss is pretty upset with me that I didn’t get this follow-up post published sooner…phfff….pero mejor tarde que nunca. Oops, wrong language! In trouble again! But you get the picture…here goes: Time, not absence, makes the heart grow fonder. And the title of this blog should really be called, “I Double…
Clearly most of my adventures this year have been about taking my palette to a different level versus, say, surviving sandstorms with the Bedouin in the Sahara. Not that there is anything wrong with that. L’Arte de Vivre was honed here in France…and food and wine is so much a part of that tradition. And can’t…
Sometimes when a girl lives in an elegant, romantic and charming city she needs to escape it all for the rustic pleasures of…er…a romantic and charming village 🙂. So this past Monday, on the French national holiday of Pentecost, I left the bustling streets of my dear Paris for some quiet time in the lake town…
My goal this week was to venture into one of the greatest, most prestigious and most glamorous hotels in the world, George V. Four Seasons, Paris. The George V opened in 1928 in honor of George V of England, grandfather of Queen Elizabeth. During the liberation of Paris, it housed Dwight D. Eisenhower. Today it is owned…
I woke up this morning with a headache (too much fun at the Chardonnay wine tasting last night) and to dreary skies. Ah, not everything is always roses and rainbows here in Paris. My headache was compounded when I checked my email to find an email from a man who wrote to tell me…
Over on my home-side of the pond, Obama and Romney are about to start 7 months of a tête-à-tête battle that is to promise lots of lofty political promises, non-exhaustive pundit analysis of the latest polls, scathing PAC t.v. commercials, mountains of yard signs and 3 good debates. Ah, election year in America…kinda makes one want…
